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Chapter 5: Get Stoned
"Are you sure, you do not wish to go?" Kori asked, getting out of Rachel's old, junky tin can of a car. The dark green dress shimmered in the moonlight, making her seem like a extravagant mermaid. Excitement bubbled inside of her slim waist, as she heard music roar from Victor's apartment.
"There is no way in hell, I'm going to that dim-witted party." Rachel barked, as the engine gave a mighty splutter. The car's engine groaned with such intensity that anyone within ten miles could hear it. A cloud of toxic fumes seemed to float out of the tail pipe. Rachel had to chaperone the redhead so much, that she was beginning to feel like the mother of a teenager. "Call me when you're done."
"Alright, have a splendid time at work!" Kori waved, nervously glancing at the apartment. She didn't know anyone at the get together. Straightening her head, she began to march up the stairs. Surprisingly, the door had merely been left open. People were dancing with passion, and a extremely tall man was preparing drinks for people. Pure determination filled her veins; she was going to have a goodtime.
"Ms. Anders, what are you doing here?" A hand warmed her shoulder, making a jump quiver up her spine. Richard Grayson's sharp facial features encountered her eyes, as she jerked herself around. Pleasant goose bumps filled her arms underneath Richard's touch.
"My friend Rachel acquired a invitation, but she did not wish to attend. She said it was alright for me to go instead." Kori squeaked, growing slightly flustered underneath his gaze. The dark sunglasses shielded his eyes from light, but they also made it hard to figure out his expression. A smile graced his looks when he watched her.
"I'll get you a drink; what kind do you want?" Richard asked, scratching his ear. A fly began to buzz around his head, and no matter how many times he swatted at it; it refused to leaved. Finally, Richard managed to pin the unfortunate creature against the wall. Either that fly had been extremely stupid, or it enjoyed the smell of cheap hair gel.
"I would like to have one of those, please." Kori stated, pointing at a large drink that looked like a milk shake; it was packed high with whipped cream, fruit, sugar, and other sweet substances. However, Kori didn't realize that the drink contained a large amount of alcohol. Bubbles of happiness shined through her stomach, as she watched Richard order their drinks.
"Hey, you're Rachel's friend." A voice interrupted her gentle contemplation. A semi-muscular man looked at her quietly, running his hands through his hair. A frown was playing across his face; apart of him had hoped Rachel would come to the party. The lavender haired girl had been correct; Kori was extremely pretty, but he wasn't interested. Lately he didn't even look at other girls; Rachel had destroyed him. Now, she wasthe only thinghe could think about.
"Yes, my name is Kori Anders." Kori introduced, holding her hand out to Garfield. Within a millisecond, a very agitated Richard appeared on the seen. His flirtatious friend had dated pretty much every woman in the city, and he didn't want that to happen to her. White hot jealousy enticed his stomach, as Kori smiled at Gar. Gently, he slid her overly large drink into her finger tips.
"I'm Rachel's boss, Garfield." He responded, also shaking her hand. A angry glare was protruding from the spiked haired guy's eyes; it was time for him to leave. Waving his hand in retreat, he immediately danced away from his irate friend. He would never had tried to steal a girl away from one of his friends. Not like he could with that redhead, anyway. It was quite obvious that she was hooked upon Richard, like gum on a shoe.
"He was nice." Kori whispered, watching him rush away. More people entered the party wearing extremely large grins. Pain racked her brain when the hired DJ increased the volume of the speaker. A concerned frown was painted across his lips, the moment she began to flinch. She could swear her stomach flipped inside out, when he grasped her fingers within his own. Every inch of her began to melt, and her knees immediately turned to jelly. He led her Victor's balcony where the moon and stars graced their presence.
"Do you want to dance?" Richard questioned, a soft blush began to fill his cheeks. 'I can't remember the last time I was this flustered.'
"Yes, It would be quite pleasurable." Kori whispered, softly grasping onto his comfortable hand. Gently, she placed her drink on the small, glass table in the middle of the balcony. Nervousness increased, as he placed his fingers along her waist. Swaying to the music inside of the room, she began to stare at his face. 'Oh, I wish I could see his eyes right now.'
"Are you having a good time?" he asked softly, his eyes never leaving her face. The star's light seemed to be helping his trembling courage gland. A soft, red hair fell across her face, but she didn't seem to realize its presence. With a shaking hand, he gently pulled the hair behind her ear. It was just as he had expected; soft and silky.
"Yes, but it is because of your presence." Kori murmured, placing her softly against his shoulder. A few moments passed in silence before he stepped away from her. Anguish was present as he backed away, and she realized that he was studying her. Ever so slowly, he walked forward and cupped her cheek with his fingers. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire, as his lips crushed her own. It was all soperfect.
One Week Later…..
"Finished." Raven groaned, stretching her legs. It was wonderfully quiet in the library today, and the lack of visitors had allowed her to finish her homework. The dull throb of a migraine attacker her head; she had been getting those a lot lately. School was getting more and more stressful. Plus, her fulltime job wasn't helping her get her work done. Garfield's small leather jacket was smothered across the back of her chair. She hadn't seen him since the party, and a small amount curiosity mounted with his absence. However, her questions were answered as Gar marched through the door.
"Hey, Rae." He greeted, nodding his head in her direction. A yawn filled his mouth when he walked towards her, showing off his sparkling white canine teeth. It was quite obvious that their was something wrong with him.
"The name's Raven, you little twerp. Where were you all this week?" Rachel questioned, shoving the jacket into his arms. A soft smirk appeared on his face, but it was replaced with a frown when another ounce of pain hit. A small amount of sympathy occurred; however, it was soon brushed away. 'Serves him right, he probablyhas a hangover or something self-induced.'
"I was sick." Garfield whimpered, burrowing his head in his hands. The jingle of a bell occurred, as a young, blonde girl marched into the library. If he saw the young girl, he obviously didn't show it. Tilting his head to look at her, he gave her a warm smile. "Thanks for giving memy jacket back."
"I got something that will cheer you up; why don't you go flirt?" Rachel asked, pointing towards the blonde. A wave of shock encountered her stomach. Not only did she feel the urge to make him feel better, but she also felt jealous thinking about him with the Blondie. She had sworn off men a long, long time ago. Glancing at Gar, she felt another erosion of compassion. Was she, Rachel Roth, going soft?
"I'm not interested." He moaned, quietly allowing his head to fall against the table with a bang. A rack full of coughs exited his throat excruciatingly. After his coughing fit stopped, he once again began staring at her with his brilliant eyes. Slowly, she reached down and checked his temperature. It was way higher, than it should be.
"You've got a fever! Have you taken any medication?" She questioned, watching his nose begin to run. Hurriedly, he made a grab for the nearest box of tissues. For awhile, she merely studied his current condition without saying anything at all.
"I think you have Bronchitis, but I've got to listen to your lungs before I know for sure." Rachel hissed, softly shuffling through her bag. Luckily, she had the supplies with her because of her homework assignment. He merely watched, as she pulled out her supplies.
"Where did you get all that stuff?" He asked, watching her pull out the listening device. After all, a stethoscope wasn't a common in-bag item. Shrugging her shoulders, she slowly contemplated her answer. Did she really want to share private information with him?
"If you must know, I'm in medical school; I need you to take off your shirt." Rachel ordered, crossing her arms in disgust. Of course, his response would be immature; it was so utterly predictable. She crossed her arms in preparation of his never-ending whining.
"Okay."
Surprise filled her stomach at his response; no whining, complaints, comments, or crude humor. A wide smile was spread upon his face, as she neared him. 'He has a nice body,' Rachel thought; before mentally slapping herself.
"So, do you want to be a doctor?" He asked, flinching when the cold stethoscope touched his bare chest. For the next few minutes, she silently listened to his strained breathing. He did have Bronchitis, but it was only at the early stages of development.
"Yes, Kori and I are in the same dorm room; but, her major is fashion and merchandizing." She responded, slowly placing everything back into her bag. It appeared that he would be alright with the proper medication and bed rest; she knew exactly what he needed.
"Are you two close?" Gar asked. He decided to attack her for information, while she was still opening up to him. She gave him familiar nose scrunch of annoyance, and he began to smile. It always seemed so cute, when she did that.
"Yeah, but we both have our secrets."
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Authors Note:
These first couple of chapters were probably fairly boring, so I'm going to try to pick things up a bit in the next chapter! Your reviews are all appreciated!
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